Your Daily Game: Crisis And Observation

Bucky has a Game-related question based on a very common scenario often encountered in the field: the jerk ex-boyfriend non sequitur.

Game Time:

Sooo

Elongated “so”s are prohibited at the Chateau.

Im sitting here enjoying a neat bourbon at a local joint and this guy to my left is trying to game this woman. Looks like an after work scenario. So he at least pulled that part off. They clearly know one another based on body language and conversation topics. Him, mid to late 40s, her late 30s to early 40s. He is fully opened to her, she is partially opened to him. He’s 90 degrees to the bar and she is about 45 degrees to the bar if that makes sense.

They are talking about something mundane (I cannot hear every word) and she interjects “I once dated a guy from Montreal and he blah blah blah”, he takes it and says “that guy is such an asshole”

Old Bucky would have taken the slap in the face too and agreed to gain her approval.

What would you do?

Avoid the stinky beta bait. That’s all this is. Beta bait is essentially an alpha male filtering algorithm that women execute when they are curious about a man but need to know if he’s a beta male in casanova’s clothing. Women want to be sure the man they might sleep with isn’t a clingy, supplicating weirdo who polishes pussy pedestals with his post-jizz tears.

Another way to look at this: women engage in “crisis and observation” gambits (aka long-form shit tests) to determine if a man has grace under pressure. To the female rationalization hamster, “grace” translates as “unflustered”, or “indifferent to female manufactured drama”.

“I once dated a guy from [X]…” is a cue that you are about to play the part of a lab rat in a girl’s Darwinian experiment. The crumb of smelly cheese is sitting there, behind a pane of glass; will you frantically press the lever to get at it? Or will you pull a beef jerky out of your mouse pocket and chew on it contentedly? Maybe you’ll break the glass with a roundhouse kick, or flirt with another mouse.

The point is that as soon as you reach for that lever, you have lost the girl. You jumped through her hoop, asexualizing yourself.

The man you overheard had played that all wrong. He done fucked up. The bitch set him up! He chomped on that beta bait until his gums bled. The absolute worst response to a girl bringing up her asshole ex-lover is to waltz right into her damsel-in-distress frame to commiserate with her about said asshole.

First, women get distressed all the time, and mostly for ridiculous reasons. It’s very rare that a hottie will be depressed for legitimate reasons; more likely is that she is just venting a toxic build-up of emotions that have accumulated from her roller coaster relationship with a jerkboy, and the act of venting and brooding is itself very pleasurable for her. So pretty girls won’t truly welcome sympathy from men except as a springboard for the girls to play up the damsel in distress angle to extract bennies from betas.

Second, women are sexually put off by men who come on strong with the Sympathy Game, reasoning (rightly) that these men are chicken shits who are trying to weasel their way into women’s panties by role-playing as asexual therapists.

If you see a pretty girl who looks depressed to you, #resist the urge to comfort her. Instead, be the jerk chicks dig and tell her crying’s not allowed unless her dog or her mother died. Then offer her a hanky embroidered with a photo of your smirking face.

Chicks dig jerks. When you agree with a girl that her ex was a jerk, guess what? You have raised the ex’s status above yours. Now you’re sitting there like a schmuck, tooling yourself. Congrats, why not go ahead and complete the pathetic picture by buying her a few rounds of drinks and watching her leave the bar with a bouncer.

Here’s an example of a much more effective response:

COUGAR: “I once dated a guy from Montreal and he blah blah blah”

ACTING ATTORNEY GENERAL LEE: “Montreal? You dated a gay man?”

You could also go the reverse psychology route.

ACTING ATTORNEY GENERAL LEE: “He sounds like a kind-hearted soul. I bet he cries every night remembering you. You cold-hearted bitch.”

Or just change the subject:

COUGAR: “So this guy I used to date…”

ACTING ATTORNEY GENERAL LEE: “you have some dirt on your nose….riiiiight there”

And then there’s always this Chateau classic:

ACTING YADA YADA: “If you want a therapist, I charge $200 an hour. 15% off if I fall asleep during your session.”

Once had a really hot sneaky-ho (an hb10 legit former model) tell me how she lost her virginity in High School when she was a freshman, he was senior, he had a girlfriend, and she only claimed to have done it to “lose her virginity” to him—bonus, her bf lost her virginity the same freshman year to same superstud.

She ended the story with, “And he had a girlfriend at the time. Who let him bang me. And I assured the gf I wouldn’t get attached, and then she didn’t stop us. Shows you what kind of asshole he was.”

I laughed hard . “Dude rocks. he got what he wanted with no consequences with three sluts.” Then I proceeded to grab her tit (we were in the car).

She looked at me with eyes that were both hurt and turned on.

That night she sucked me off twice and I fucked her three other times while doing some S&M.

Gentlemen, they’re all hos. Treat them as such. And never get oneitis, no matter how hot.

Or take the ex’s side.
You gotta have stone cold ZFG for this one.
Complete outcome independence.

Thot: “My last boyfriend cheated on me.”
Chad: “Wonder what he liked about her that
you weren’t bringing to the table?”

I dunno. I’ve only done this once or twice and it was because the girl had antagonized me by talking about old flames repeatedly after I had ignored and redirected. Neither time got me laid but I did wind up putting one of the girls out of my car about a quarter mile from her house.

The way I look at shit tests is a woman’s hindbrain periodically spouting a statement or question where there is a very True / False indicator or Alphaness.

One thing to know is that women don’t say Anything. Random. with a man they are interested in. If you are the only person talking to her, you are most likely interesting. A woman will not stay with a man 1 on 1 unless she’s curious or has to pay attention due to something like guy being a workmate.

A woman who talks about her ex who did bad things is fishing for the obligatory sympathy. Sympathy given by all. the. men. who she does not want to be in bed with. Do anything, anything besides that expected sympathy and you move a tic up on the interest meter.

And this is the crazy thing. Most dudes think they gotta do something amazing. Nope. Simply do the thing the hamster does not expect. Do the Other Thing that 95 percent of frustrated chumps Don’t do. It does not matter if it’s rude. It does not matter if it’s insulting. What matters is that the hamster beta seeking missile does not lock on to your A$S. Remain interesting and prevent hamster radar lock, good things will follow.

I’ve dealth with this shit test all the time. here are my go-to lines:

SLORT: “I used to date a pro baseball player”

RIPP: …[pregnant pause] … [more pause] … “and?” [blank face]

—

SLORT: “I used to date a millionaire he had a yacht”

RIPP: …[pregnant pause] … [more pause] … “nerd” [smirk, look away]

—

SLORT: “I used to date a celebrity blah blah”

RIPP: …[pregnant pause] … [more pause] … “sucks for him”

The typical response is a nervous forced laugh from her. Throws her right off. From there I transition quickly to either food-non sequitor, or if she really needs to be smacked down I one-up her bait test:

Food non-seq
“i love lasagna, and macaroni and cheese. you ever had lasagna mac and cheese?”

One-up

If cougar (older than you chic):
“I was just dating and broke it off with this twenty something that studies at X college. She was so annoying and wouldnt get off her i phag. I gave her the boot, she was way hot, young body, just imature and in love with me.

If younger:
“I was just dating and broke it off with this super hot sugar mom. She lovvvved me. It was awesome she paid for everything and the sex was amazing but she had so much baggage. I was sick and tired of hearing about her 17 ex husbands.

Here is where you have them, with the one-up response youve just multi-threaded her and can focus the conversation and try and lead it to sex (duh), then heavy kino, rinse repeat, you know the rest.

Women love to talk about “dating” and realtionship troubles. Here you can extract all kinds of information out of her. Build comfort. etc. But the beta bait will still keep coming. Give her nothing, but you always are the one that dumped your ex, you fuck like a rock star, and dont deep dive and allow her to shoulder cry.

You can also find out if she has a BF or some beta schlub she is strining along. Chances are high she does. Sign of the times.

Part of an older woman’s reaching comfort is through the concept of “emotional disrobing” [search Thin Man at Sedfast for this] which invariably involves stories of her ex and her ex and her ex and her kids.

Best thing to do is just let her strip it off without much comment, you keep strong sexual laser eye going and play with her hand or wrist.

By the end she is ready for making out, bouncing to a new location… Any solid leadership.

Yes. Super corrupt. Google a pic of “Brenda Snipes.” It will all be clear. Rick Scott and his team are on it though. He’ll win. In Arizona, McSally’s team is confident that the remaining 500k ballots will favor her.

I’m partial to the disinterested subject change like I do if they start spoitimg about some banal chick friction at their mcjob.

The clever quip is good too but depends on the situation. I dont want to end up in banter that is still framed by her lotsa cox past.

So if I even acknowledge her confession, i quickly segue to something quasi related but obtuse, as in “I’ve always enjoyed Canada though I prefer British Columbia to the frenchy parts.”

Related. I’m oft accused of not asking about her “past”. At my age, I know the script. Boring and predictable. Carousel jumpers are all basically the same.

So I isually say “most women tell me what they want me to believe” or “Im sure you will tell me what I need to know.” Or some other cryptic bullshit to get their hanster going.

Perhaps i’m off on that tho. But i just don’t care anymore. I once told a post-wall but hawt bird “your past is highly unlikely to make me more attracted to you so lets just be okay with the now”. She’s still coming around hoping I will put the yoke on.

Gentleman, I’m starting to think that Civil War 2.0 is gonna be here before you think.

Dems are trying to steal the vote in Florida, Arizona, and Texas. The polls there are still going and President Trump has called in law enforcement and GOP have alerted their lawyers to start an investigation.

It’s getting really messy and people are starting to get reeaaally fuckin’ pissed.

This is also a great chance to pluck off spergtarded libertardian ectomorphs who are ready to be Red-pilled: No Law in all of G0d’s Creation can stop the malfeasance of hominids who are constitutionally lawless creatures.

Also Civ-Nat Christ-Cuck Normies: We can’t legislate our way into forcing the j00z to follow the Marquess of Queensbury Rules, simply because the entire Queensbury Ethos is antithetical to the Nature of the j00.

Stifler go to anonymousconservative.com he breaks down EXACTLY what the plan is and why this is all good.

I didn’t realize how depressed and broken I was about losing the House until I read his article. Because after reading it I was I was literally snarling, like the way a wolf snarls when it’s finally cornered some deer that’s been screwing with him for way too long.

“Fuck that guy”
That is my response anytime another guy is brought up. And I say it prematurely. In fact, after reading all the retarded pondering on this topic, I think you turds owe me shots for giving you that one.
“So I dated this guy from Montreal..”
“Fuck that guy”

“The first guy I ever kissed..”
“Fuck that guy”

“I moved here with my now ex”
“Fuck that guy”

Cause that’s how you feel. Not mad. Just ready to move on to another topic. It’s, hell, I dunno. It’s a verbal version of looking at the ceiling.

Need game advice. I’m gaming in a country that is half right wing jerk boy and half left wing hysterical faggot. There is one particular city which has most of the leftists and homosexuals in the country. I’m older and inexperienced (47 yo virgin), so its a lot easier and raises less eyebrows to game in that city.

Last night I went out and started up with two girls. One was an atheistic bisexual who was currently dating a math nerd (male obviously) I think I did ok flirting with her and mocking her taste in women (lesbians have zero idea about what men think is hot), and her judoka best friend who she one time set her brother up with.

So her straight friend who was ok brought up how all Americans think they are always right about everything blah blah blah, and that I must be obsessed with trump (right on both counts). I tried joking about it, but I think my mockery came off as too clownish and try hard.

I want to be real, but I also do not want to be tooled. What advice could anyone here give me? Thanks.

The reality is there is an epidemic of real life 40 yo virgins. You’re on this board so you’re one of us. You have bros who will help you.

Real advice: lower your standards. Lose the virginity. Just get it out of the way. Don’t even worry about “game.” You’re not quite there. You need to approach at least 100 chicks in the 30+ age bracket in the 5-6 range looks wise. Some of them will make it easy for you, and you can improve from there.

Yes I know you want to bang young hotties, but in your position right now, that’s Uncle Eddie holding out for a management position while living in an RV.

There’s no cheating a genuine connection, in my experience. But the great news for you is- you can absolutely cheat getting laid. You hit on enough broads, it will happen. That’s that.

I can’t even think of anything else in life that has such a guaranteed eventual outcome given you put in the work. Business certainly isn’t like that.

So good put in some work. Report back, and we’ll all give you support (unless you’re a blackie or some shit…)

Maybe assume the sale on the therapy angle and give her a mock accent, pretending to be Freud.”uhuh, uhuh, and how does zis make you feel”. Look over pretend glasses, scribble on imaginary notebook. Really sell that she’s fishing for sympathy and you’re not buying it.

In one of Bukowski’s books (I know ((())) ) he is hitting on a gal and she goes into this. He lets her spill the details about the jerk then says “But Jack, he was a good guy though..” and is banging her shortly afterwards.

This was an interesting one.
It’s easy to feel discouraged when they start talking about an old flame, but
i’ve found that if she’s speaking longingly or forlornly then she’s projecting those past feelings onto you….in which case, you’re probably in her by evening’s end.

If she’s trying to bait you, then as CH says, return frame as quickly as possible to you…
her: “what an asshole…blah blah blah”
you (smiling): “if it makes you feel any better all my exes hate me too”

In one sentence, you basically sidestep her bait, return frame back to you, and as an extra little bonus qualify yourself with the “all my exes” abundance bit. It also shows ZFG aloofness as you’re not afraid to admit you’re an asshole. Finally, it will allow her to project those bitter sweet feel feelz she has of her ex onto you.

Another way to look at this: women engage in “crisis and observation” gambits (aka long-form shit tests) to determine if a man has grace under pressure. To the female rationalization hamster, “grace” translates as “unflustered”, or “indifferent to female manufactured drama”.

To play the Cap’n here:

And if she’s doing this to a very high degree, she wants your ring on her finger and your bunz in her oven.

He was talking about someone (probably a woman) not being attractive at the office, then leans in and tells her “but I think that you are attractive…I really do”

They leave walking in a line with about two feet in distance separating them. No PDAs like holding hands or arms around one another. Disinterested body language on her part, low hung shoulders. He has a pep to his gate.

Not sure what happened in the parking lot, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t go his way. If he didn’t fug up, he might of had a shot as he was reasonably fit, well kept and nothing off about the physiognomy

PS: she had a plump @ss on her, mediocre top half, 5-6ish face, kinda tan for november